for a good friend i knew since primary four.
didnt know it was so long since.
in her shoes.


Half-hearted Soldier.


Turn your face away
I'm getting colder
Your tears and wrists plead for return


I cant say it slipped
I guess I just lost grip
Why'd I reach out a hand if I knew I'd pull back


A fighter with no cause
So innocently shed
Our wasted long and winding breaths
And with your last, tell me


How'd we take this sickness we rehearse
Accidentally caught up in this curse
Half-hearted soldier
A revolting sense of shame
Let bravery take the blame
Our ego to injure
I am but a half-hearted soldier.


Turn your face away
I'm getting older
And then slowly I've grown out of you.

perfection at 3:01 PM